Hi, thanks for visiting my bio. Here I go by the penname Penshift, though I have no qualms about using my real name in connection to my writing. Penshift has become a personal brand name, if you will, for my written works. Now, to state the obvious, I consider myself a Author. However, that is just a slice of who I am.
The sum of my current persona can be reduced in this fashion: I was born in Australia, and migrated to England as a typical trouble teenager after years of raising my youngest sibling like a daughter. I am an alumni of the University of Brighton (UK) from which I graduated with a Bachelor of the Arts degree with dual honours in Sociology and Psychology. I am currently undertaking a Masters in Social Work at Griffith Uni, which I always regret when I’m finishing assessments. I have worked many roles in the domestic service, retail and hospitality industries before switch to caring; though that role ending when a got a hole in my head. 😉 No pun or joke there; I had an operation to remove a brain tumour, while downing drugs and playing pincushion with medical professionals. My current lot in life is to slow bring myself back health while coping with seizures, and the after-effects of surgery/tumour existence. I am now back in Aus, wondering if life really does have a sense of humour; making a boomerang child out of me! 😀 While I have been writing since I was young, I now write to express passion I did not know existed, and to continue to do everything I am capable of.
Most writers I know have been writing since they were young. In this I am no exception. Despite this long history I have only begun to seriously think about writing/publishing in the past few years. As a results, my published works are restricted to essays, a dissertation, and blog entries. I have submitted the odd short story for publication but so far I have had no luck. I suspect that this is the result of the sheer competitive nature of the industry combined with the fact that just because something is well-written doesn’t mean it’s marketable. Of course, I keep in mind that no matter how my skills improve there are always better writers out there. With this defeatist thought pattern I may only ever self publish – but perhaps that is fitting for who I am.
Writing, at its best, should be considered a skilled art form. The construction of worlds, plots and characters through the appropriate use of words to create vivid imagery on paper that is enjoyable and relatable takes both skill and talent. Talent, while innate, can not complete written work without skill gleaned from practiced experience. Like any painter I wish to show others what I see, and I very much love to enjoy the visions of others. Words are the basis of communication and community and, as such, their beauty should not be underestimated because of the practicality of their usage. I write my own reality, but I hope, as a community, we all write a shared reality with our art.